by DJ Manly
“Ya, I know Cory,” he smiled. “He’s our sex machine.”
“Ya? Well, is he coming in tonight?”
“He’ll be here. Never misses. Doing a John right now.”
Gian nodded, trying not to dwell on that. He felt those two guys now on either side of him, close.
“Hey,” one said.
The other moved his hand down in front of Gian’s groin and brushed it with his hand. “Oops,” he said, “Sorry.”
Gian laughed. “Trying to see if I’m as nice in front as I am in back?”
“Hell, baby,” the other one said, placing a hand on his ass, “You’re nice all over.”
“Want to dance?” The other one asked.
They were playing a fast Rickie Martin song. “You guys come as a package deal?” Gian laughed.
“That bother you?” one guy threw at him.
“Not so far,” Gian told them. “Let’s go.”
* * * *
Cory walked up to the bar seconds later and asked the bartender for a coke. The bartender seemed distracted as he handed it to him. “What’s up?” Cory asked.
“He could make a grown man fall to his knees and cry,” he growled.
“Who could?” Cory looked out on the dance floor where the bartender was looking. Then he saw him. He was hard to miss. He was taller than almost every other man in the place and the other guys flocked around him like bees to honey. God he looked delicious tonight, his hair loose, those tight jeans. What in hell was he doing here?
“He asked about you?” The bartender leaned forward. “You know that big hunk of man?”
“Ya,” Cory smiled. “I know him.”
“Ah…a client.”
“No,” Cory snapped. “He’s no client. Never that.” He drained his coke and waited for him to come off the dance floor.
Gian was walking back toward the bar now, his t-shirt plastered to him, his hair wet. Um, sexy as hell.
“Well,” Cory said to him, “this is a strange place for you to go dancing, isn’t it?”
* * * *
He was wearing short shorts again, this time, they were jean shorts and they revealed way too much. He was wearing a jean jacket on top, open with no shirt.
Gian ran his eyes over him. He ordered a beer. “I didn’t come here to dance.”
Cory stood straight.
There was something in his eyes he’d never seen before. He liked it. He liked it a lot.
“What did you come here for?” Cory asked, moving a little closer to him as he began to drink his beer.
His back was leaning against the bar, his legs comfortably apart. Gian put down the beer. “Want to find out?”
Cory blinked. “Ah…wait…I mean…”
Gian moved up to him and placed an arm around his back. He pulled him roughly against him. He lowered his mouth to his ear. “I want to go somewhere where I can rip those shorts off you because what’s in them is driving me crazy right now.”
Cory felt his hand on one of his buttocks. His erection was pressing against his thigh. He felt himself breathing harder. He laid his cheek against his chest.
Gian released him. “Unless you’re not interested.”
“Me…not interested?” He started laughing.
Gian tilted his head. “Something funny?”
“This is a joke, right? You’re screwing with my head.”
“How much?” He asked softly. “How much for the night and I get to do everything…everything I want.” He met his eyes boldly.
Cory cleared his throat. He could hardly speak. “What does everything mean?” He leaned against him. “Say it,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want to do?” His knees were weak.
“I’d much rather show you than tell you, but I’ll do both at the same time if that turns you on,” he told him, again taking a step back.
“You’re teasing me now,” Cory smiled at him.
“Maybe, but if you want this,” he said running his hand seductively over his chest down to his groin, “then you’ll have to leave here with me now.”
Cory nodded.
Gian was behind him as they left the bar. “I’ve been drinking,” he told him outside, “so let’s rent a room?”
Cory turned around. “I have one.”
“You still didn’t tell me how much,” Gian said, following him.
“You didn’t tell me what you want to do,” Cory replied, swallowing.
“Yes I did. I said everything.”
Cory walked fast. He didn’t want him to touch him just now. He was afraid that he’d get carried away. They walked into the hotel and up the stairs. Cory took out his key. It was a typical dive, but not uncommon for prostitutes. This one was clean.
Gian came into the room after him and closed the door. There was a double bed and a lamp on the table. Cory switched it on. On the left hand side was a makeshift closet and bureau.
Cory stood there looking at him. “You really don’t expect me to charge you?”
“Yeah, why not?”
“Because I’m…I mean…”
“Look Cory, I’m not the Salvation Army. I’m not here to reform you. I’m here because I want sex. It’s that simple. Don’t think because I’m a cop, I’m an angel.”
“Never thought that,” Cory smiled, moving over to him.
Gian’s gaze went to those shorts. “Take them off,” he demanded.
This was a side of Gian he didn’t know. It was Gian the man and it transformed him from cop to man with a sexual appetite and desire in his eyes. It was turning him on like a furnace.
Cory removed the shorts, his shoes and the jacket. He watched Gian as he watched him and he was halfway there.
Gian ran his gaze over him. “Do you know how much I wanted you back at Beaconsfield?”
Cory moved closer to him. “No.”
“Sometimes I wondered what made the difference between me and Andy. I would see you and…I…” he stopped.
Cory reached up and touched his face. “You’re nothing like Andy Falcon. You’re just a man,” he said softly, “a man with desires and needs.” He yanked the t-shirt out of Gian’s pants and pulled it over his head. All that hair fell down over his shoulders. He smoothed it back with his hand. “You’re trembling,” Cory told him, undoing the snap on his jeans. “If you knew how much I wanted to do this, you would be quite shocked.”
Gian looked down at him. “Shock me.”
Cory pushed the jeans down over his hips and took out his erection. He held it and then lowered his lips to it. “God, I ached to do this back at Beaconsfield. I used to pretend that Andy was you.”
Gian raised an eyebrow. “That must have taken some imagination.”
They both laughed and Gian pulled Cory up straight. He took him into his arms and stroked his back, kissed his hair.
Cory raised his face to his and Gian kissed him deeply then moved him over to the bed and laid him down. He looked at his naked body for the longest time and then he moaned. “Jesus,” he said. “I must have been a saint,” he leaned down, placed his lips on his chest and began moving downward.
“I think you might be in danger of losing your title,” Cory moaned.
When Gian ran his tongue over the length of his shaft, Cory dug his nails into the mattress. He reached out one hand and found some of his silky hair. He wrapped it around his fist, hearing Gian grunt in protest when he pulled. Cory released his hold when Gian took his cock into his mouth and began to massage his balls. He came seconds into it and sprang up in bed from the impact as Gian reached for his hand and swallowed.
Cory gulped back hot tears. The absolute pleasure of it was overwhelming and he had to be pressured back down as Gian moved back up to his chest and kissed him there. Cory stroked his hair, his eyes closing, groaning when he felt fingers moving again over his cock and the other hand reaching under him to tease his anus. He slammed his head down into the pillow, his eyes squeezing tight. He’d never just laid here before and had someone give…they al
ways took and it was almost unbearable. “I need to…” he began as Gian pushed up his legs and pulled him downward.
“Shush,” Gian told him. “I want to drive you wild.”
A finger moved around the outer muscles of his anus, then pushed inward. Slowly it massaged his entrance and then was suddenly replaced by the smooth lapping of his tongue. Cory almost leaped off the bed. “What are you…”
“What?” Gian asked, looking up at him, “no one’s ever rimmed you before?”
“I’ve done it but…”
“Lay back, close your eyes,” he urged, “let me love you.”
Love? Was this love? God, it surely felt like it. He relaxed, closed his eyes, drifted, the tension gradually increasing every few seconds, his cock hard as rock. Gian’s hair brushed his thighs, his tongue probed him, opening him, bringing him to the point that he would have begged. When he got up off the bed for a second, Cory thought he’d die, but he was back immediately, tearing the condom package, hastily pushing it onto his erection.
Cory watched, his gaze caressing the length of him. A big, thick, beautiful cock waved proudly in front of him.
“I want to fuck you,” he met his gaze.
“You asking?”
“I’m pleading,” he smiled almost shyly.
Cory sat up and pulled his mouth to his. He kissed him hotly, deeply. It was his answer and the message was understood.
Gian pulled Cory’s legs up over his broad shoulders. “If I’m hurting you, tell me. I’ll be gentle.”
“You won’t hurt me,” he shook his head. “Just be you. You could never hurt me.”
Gian’s cock sliced into him like a blade, initially uncomfortable and then his body wrapped around it and possessed it, made it his. It fit. He fit. Cory had never known any man who felt more like he belonged there. As he bore down, possessing him to the limit, moving sensuously, steadily and then letting go so that passion and lust became their only master. The bed rocked. Animalistic thrusts and cries seized them both in its grip and didn’t release, making separate that room in space and time from all earthly places. It was surreal and, as Gian’s cock left his body, he crawled up to collapse on top of him, Cory held him, their slick, sweat drenched bodies clinging to each other quite desperately.
Cory didn’t want to sleep. He was afraid. There was so much he wanted to do. He wanted to touch him all over, kiss every inch of his beautiful body. He touched him almost reverently, kissed his mouth, whispered things against his hair and, out of exhaustion, drifted off to sleep with Gian in his arms.
When he woke up, his greatest fear was realized. He was alone. Worse, there were two, one hundred dollar bills lying on the table beside the bed. He sat up and looked at the place he had laid. There were no words to describe what he had felt in his arms last night.
Would he come back again? He didn’t know, but at one point, he was sure he had heard Gian whisper something like you make me happy… before they’d gone off to sleep. Maybe he’d come back.
* * * *
Gian kept telling himself he couldn’t have a male prostitute for a lover. After that one night with Cory, he told himself that was it. He wasn’t going to see him again. But he couldn’t stay away. The next available night he had, he went back there to that bar to find him. Cory was there when he walked in. He didn’t have to ask. Cory smiled at him and they left the bar. It began like that and developed into a ritual. Whenever he was free, he went to that bar to find him. They’d go to Cory’s room and make love all night long. In the morning, he always left before Cory woke up and he always paid.
When his shift would change and he wasn’t able to see him, it would feel as if he was in hell. He literally ached to touch him. He knew it wasn’t healthy.
One night when he met Cory at the hotel as usual, Cory was standing around with another prostitute bragging about this guy who paid him five hundred dollars for a weekend. As Gian walked toward them, he heard Cory say, “It was fun. There was five guys and hot, wow. Anyway, I got tied up and suspended on a rope and damn they played with every inch of me.”
Something knotted up in Gian’s gut.
Cory reached out to him when he spotted him. “I missed you. Are you ready to go? I’m so happy to see you tonight. It’s been almost a week since I’ve touched you. I need to have you naked in my arms.”
Gian gave him a faint smile and they walked outside. He fell silent, deep in thought. It had been almost six months since they’d started meeting like this and, in a way, it suited him. There were no demands on him. And for the most part, he could pretend there was no one else but him. They never discussed Cory’s John’s. When he heard Cory talk like that in the bar, it snapped him into reality. He tried to push it aside, but it had put him into a really bad mood.
“You’re quiet,” Cory said, wrapping his arm around him.
“I’m okay.”
“I love you,” he whispered.
Gian looked down at him. “Do you?”
“Yes, of course. You know that. Do you love me?”
Gian pushed back some hair off his face. “Yes, I think I do.”
“You think,” Cory laughed. “Oh, you’re such a man.”
Gian tried to smile, but he was still hearing those words Cory said back at the bar.
In the room, Cory began to take off his clothes. He had put on weight the past little while. He seemed to be taking better care of himself now. He was more beautiful every time he saw him.
Gian just stood there. “Tell me about your fun weekend?” His voice was strained.
“What?”
“The one you bragged about with Steve back at the bar.”
“Oh, it was nothing.” He stood there naked, smiling at him. He ran his hand seductively over his chest. “Want me?”
Gian nodded. “Yes,” he said. “Is there a time when I don’t want you?” He was already hard. He closed his eyes when Cory undid the zipper on his jeans. He felt like a heroin addict, addicted to something that would kill him.
Cory took his erection into his mouth and an involuntary moaned escaped his lips. He looked down at him on his knees in front of him. When he was away from him this long, it felt like the first time all over again.
“You enjoyed your weekend?” He managed between clenched teeth. The images in his head enraged him in spite of the pleasure. He reached down suddenly and pulled Cory off the floor. Cory looked surprised when he backed him against the wall.
“What’s wrong with you tonight?” Cory asked.
“You want me to tie you up?” He demanded. “Is that what you want?” He forced him around so that his face was against the wall. “You want it rough? I can be rough. No problem, baby. Maybe it’s just not kinky enough for you. Maybe you really did like it back there at Beaconsfield.”
* * * *
Cory grunted as he felt Gian press his erection against his ass. “Gian, what’s wrong…why are you—”
An arm wrapped around him and Gian went into him, a lot rougher than normal. At first it frightened him a little, but it felt so good. Gian pressed him to the floor now, arm around his neck, pumping him hard. Cory cried out with passion. “Yes, baby, yes,” he moved against him. He was moving faster and harder, growling something, then abruptly pulled out. He picked him up and dumped him on the bed on his back. He spread his legs, pushed them up and back, going into him again. He threw his head back and came inside of him. Then he broke away, breathing hard. He pushed up off the bed and paced the floor a few times.
Cory sat up and looked at him. “What’s wrong, Gian? Why did you stop?”
He turned around and looked at him. He shook his head and began to pull on his pants.
“Hey,” Cory got off the bed, “where you going, handsome?”
“Don’t,” he put up a hand, “don’t play me and don’t treat me like one of your customers.”
“What did I do? Did I do something wrong?”
“I don’t think we should…” he put on his shirt. “I don’t wan
t to see you anymore.”
Cory paled. “What?”
“It’s over!” he said stiffly, looking for his coat. He pulled out his wallet and emptied it on the floor. “There, take it. Take it all!”
“I don’t want it,” Cory cried out. “I don’t want any of it. I just want you.”
“You don’t want me, you want your weekends with your five johns hanging you from the ceiling and that’s cool,” he said. “You want to be whore, be a whore,” he yelled. “But leave me alone because Jesus, Cory,” he said, his eyes filling with tears, “I don’t like what you bring out in me and damn…my poor heart can’t take it.”
“You’re the one who insisted on paying me. You made yourself a John,” Cory said, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I love you, I fucking love you. I never asked for money.”
Gian shook his head. “You’re like a drug. I want more and more of you, but you’re not mine and I have to break the addiction, Cory. It’s killing me.” He walked out and shut the door.
Cory pulled on his pants and went running down the stairs. “Gian, Gian!” he yelled after him. He caught up to him halfway down the street. “Listen to me,” he said breathlessly, “I’ll do anything you want.”
He paused, looked at him. “The way we met. Cory, don’t you see? This is wrong, everything about it stinks. Two guys with fucked up backgrounds playing some sort of game…I don’t know.” He shook his head.
Cory wrung his hands together. “It doesn’t feel like a game to me. You don’t have to pay me. Why do you?”
“Because you are who you are.” He reached out and touched his shoulder. “You’ve been through so much, a hurt little boy inside, and you can’t touch that pain because—”
“What are you talking about?” Cory demanded.